A wee poem

9 month in, 9 months out.

It’s not always perfect, it’s not always fun
But my heart almost bursts when I hold you near
9 months of pain and discomfort for mum
9 months of questions since you’ve been here.

It may be cliché, your smile lights up the place
It’s hard to believe there’s something so “wrong”
But the curiosity and glee, clear on your face
You keep showing us all, you’re incredibly strong

My perfect girl, you brighten each day
The future is scary but the present is good
We’ll enjoy every second, go our own way
Because we fit together, just as we should.